by Eden Summers
Publication Date: September 12th 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Inarticulate . . .
Let me see if I can articulate accurately what I was feeling as I was reading this one. The whole intrigue was behind a guy that for the most part can captivate you body, mind and soul without a single word. I was wanting to have more from the first moment that I read the blurb about this one. I waited and waited and was a good girl and rewarded with a read that kept me moving forward and knowing that by the end I would be seduced by a man of silence.
A beautifully crafted, emotional charged, magnetically infused with intrigue story of love and how it came to be. Savannah was on a mission and it was not to find a man. But run in to an a$$hole she did upon arrival back in Seattle. A beautiful at that.
Kennan was more than Savannah was expecting but understanding him was an objective. She could see through his façade. She could see him for who he was and not the image he projected. Kennan was a strong presence. His story was leading you some where you were not quite sure where but was willing to follow to find out. Things were not always as they seemed and never quite as plain as you expected.
As some things were revealed others lead you elsewhere. Secondary characters made you think there was more going on. Each new person provides a clue in a different way. The secrets were a combination of expectation and where did that come from. The general relationship between Kennan and Savannah was different, new.
I was emotional drawn in and enjoyed a slight difference with my romance this time around. Kennan and Savannah have me. I would love to have had more of Dominic. Penny that was a completely different story there.
**This ARC was provided via SNSBAH Promotions & Reviews in exchange for an honest review.**
The next novel from bestselling author, Eden Summers, is set to catch your breath. Inarticulate is a contemporary, standalone romance novel and a read you won’t want to miss.
He’s silent––but his touch speaks louder than words.
At first sight, Savannah is drawn to the harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in control.
But there’s more. There’s something deeper he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight hint of vulnerability which captures her intrigue.
She’d been warned, told that his silence hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and relationships with loved ones. Only she can't help herself. Testing Keenan's defenses is an addiction she can't deny.
Falling in lust is easy. Learning his secrets comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.
This is an excerpt from Inarticulate (a standalone contemporary romance) when the two protagonists first meet.
She swung around to the house to hide her smile and bounced up the three stairs toward the front door. Movement nudged her periphery and she slowed, taking in the sight of a man standing in the shadows at the far end of the porch. His hip was cocked against the bannister, his eyes hooded.
Her concentration latched on to him, unmoving as the world around her dulled to a faint hum in her mind. She wasn’t sure what intrigued her. It could be his narrowed stare, the way he didn’t greet her with warmth or kindness. Only sterile appraisal. Or maybe it was the package his arrogance came in—the tense expression, stubbled jaw, and lush lips pressed in a tight line.
Her tongue tingled. Mouth salivated. She would’ve liked to think it was due to the heavenly aroma of her aunt’s cooking drifting in the air. Would’ve liked to…but that was a load of bull.
“Hi.” She gave him a friendly finger wave as Dominic came up behind her.
The man continued to stare, his face still unwelcoming in the shadows.
“Keenan, don’t be a prick.” Dominic tugged on her arm, stealing her attention. “Come on. I’ll introduce you later.”
She kept her focus on the stranger, their gazes entwined, hers soft and inquisitive, his harsh and fierce, as her cousin dragged her inside, the door slamming shut behind them. “Who was—”
“Oh, my sweet Savannah!” Aunt Michelle hustled up the hall, wiping her hands on an old apron tied around her waist. “It’s so good to see you.”
The familiar face held more wrinkles than Savannah remembered, her aunt’s long blonde hair now gray and thinning. But the beautiful blue eyes were still the same—loving and gentle.
“It’s good to see you, too.” She ignored the strangers poking their heads into the hall from different doorways and fell into a comforting embrace. “Thank you for the dinner invitation.”
“Oh, please,” her aunt chastised. “You don’t need an invitation. Come around any time.”
There was a whirlwind of introductions. Her aunt took position on her right, gushing with affection and compliments, while Dominic remained on her left, muttering snide comments that threatened to make her laugh.
A timer dinged from the kitchen, a welcome reprieve as her aunt excused herself and left Savannah to take a breath. There had to be twenty people crammed into the small house. All of them smiling and friendly, unlike the man outside who still lingered in her thoughts.
“You want a drink?” Dominic nudged her elbow.
Hell yes. “Please.” She followed him to the back of the house, into the laundry, and toward a fridge stocked full of beer, wine, and pre-mixed drinks.
He held the door open while she grabbed a small bottle of something red and no doubt comatosingly sweet. “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He closed the fridge door and looked at her in concern. “Can you survive for a few minutes without me?”
“I guess I’ll have to. I’m not going to follow you to the toilet.”
“Obviously,” he drawled. “You gave up that opportunity when we were eight.”
“Ten.” He chuckled and walked from the room, leaving her alone with the hovering threat of chatter from the other end of the house.
It was time to go incognito. She didn’t have the energy to smile at strangers. Alcohol would help, but for now, she needed cool fresh air…and maybe another glimpse at the menacing eyes of the man she’d met on the porch.
She shoved the bottle into her coat pocket and sauntered down the hall, measuring her steps to lessen the clap of her heels. She reached the front door without notice and pulled it open, slipping into the darkness of twilight without a word.
The man was still at the end of the porch, a beer bottle now visible in his hand as he leaned over, resting his elbows on the bannister. He didn’t acknowledge her presence. She supposed a man with arrogance ebbing off him in waves didn’t have to. His dismissal gave her the opportunity to appreciate his ass stretched in well-worn jeans and the perfection of how his black jacket rested at his hips to give her an unhindered view.
“Hi,” she offered for a second time.
He didn’t move, didn’t even spare her a glance as she approached the bannister. He continued staring straight ahead as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a long pull.
“It’s a lovely night for a family dinner.” Was he a distant relative? God, she hoped not, otherwise Dominic’s inbred tendencies were rubbing off on her.
He replied with a jut of his chin. A jut of his God. Damn. Chin.
What an asshole. And wasn’t she just the stupidest set of ovaries to walk the earth, because it only made her itch to push his blatant need for solitude, to poke at him with questions until he acknowledged her with the respect she deserved. The respect any human deserved.
“So… you like beer…” she drawled, glib as hell.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he continued to focus on the street. But still, no answer.
She could smell him, could practically taste his delicious aftershave on her tongue with each inhalation. He was a taunt to all her senses…well, except her ears because the pretentious ass wouldn’t say a word.
He took another swig from his bottle and straightened to face her. She could see his eyes now, the steely silver, almost blue, that made her shiver with their ferocity. He was tall, too. At least an inch above her even with her heels.
She pulled the pre-mix bottle from her jacket pocket and twisted the lid to keep her hands busy. She could see two outcomes eventuating. Either he would smile, knocking her off her feet with the brilliance of his appeal. Or he was going to pull a gun from the inside of his jacket and blow her brains out.
Player or gangster. He could totally pull off both.
“I’m usually a wine drinker myself.” She raised the bottle of bubbly red liquid in her hand, slowly tilting it to her mouth. She took a sip, licked the alcohol from her lips in a deliberately seductive provocation, then lowered the bottle again.
Still, he gave her nothing. Noth-ing. He was the most accomplished jerk she’d ever come across, and yet she still couldn’t ditch the intrigue and walk away. Without a word, he had her tied around his little finger, begging for attention.
“I like your jeans.” She ogled his crotch, wanting to return the discomfort of how humiliating this one-sided conversation was becoming. “They’re snug.”
His lips quirked, giving her a glimpse of straight white teeth. Asshole. Asshole. Ass-hole! He was gorgeous, the faintest hint of humor turning his dangerous eyes playful. She lifted the bottle to her mouth again, this time ignoring any pretense of seduction as she gulped at the liquid.
“Are you always this charm—”
The front door creaked open and she turned to find Dominic eying them both skeptically. “What’s going on?”
She smiled, the biggest, fakest smile she had in her arsenal. “I’m having an in-depth conversation with this lovely gentleman.”
“Really?” Dominic frowned, his brows pulling deeper with every passing second.
“Yep.” There was gushing amounts of sarcasm in her tone. “First we conversed about our drinking habits, then fashion. I was about to bring up the topic of politics and world peace when you rudely interrupted.”
She glanced at the man in the corner, an arrogant smirk now curving those sensuous lips. He wasn’t the only one capable of being a jerk.
“Well, that’s strange…” Dominic came closer. “Because Keenan doesn’t talk.”
Question from Eden Summers:Author Info
Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.
In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.
Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
INTERVIEW WITH EDEN SUMMERS
How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Seductive, sarcastic and straight to the point. I have a very short attention span and get bored easily, so my books need to be heavily engaging for me to remain enthusiastic. So I like to think that makes for a highly entertaining read. There’s always humor, attraction or angst on every page.
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
I need to be relatively calm. I stress a lot and become distracted easily. So I make sure to respond to urgent emails first thing in the morning and turn off social media while it’s writing time.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
My stories come to me as constructed movies that play in my head. The characters are already developed. Their personalities are already formed. I just write what I see and hear. Sometimes I learn more about them along the way. E.g. Half way through the book I’ll find out the heroine is scared of **** or can’t do **** and I’ll be like... ‘Hey, why the heck didn’t you tell me that in chapter one. Now I have to go back and thread that in.’ But other than that, the stories are usually pre-determined before I start writing.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
I bond with all my characters. I have to. Otherwise I wouldn’t want to spend 4-8 months dedicating the majority of my life to them. They’re like my best friends. I don’t always appreciate what they do, but I bond with them (mentally) from start to finish.
Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
I have notepads full of story ideas waiting to be written. There’s never a shortage of what to write... but I think my next story may be something darker than I’m used to. I’ve been craving change lately (thus the basis of writing Inarticulate) and the more I test new sub-genres of romance, the more I enjoy writing.
Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
At one time, my creativity was completely out of control. I struggled to remain focused on one book because I’d be hammered with ten or more story ideas in one day. I’ve since learned to dull down the triggers. Music, movies, alcohol - they’re all like adrenaline to my creativity but instead of seeing the spark of a new story and letting it gain momentum, I write down a few notes and then get back to the story at hand.
I got this one from a friend. If you could have dinner with 7 fictional character, who would they be?
It would have to be the men of Reckless Beat—Mason, Sean, Mitch, Blake and Ryan—and their manager, Leah Gorman. The Reckless guys are crazy and probably act a lot younger than their age. It makes for an insane amount of sarcasm and sexy fun.
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Thank you, Eden Summers
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